Betrayal - The Song of the Women of My Land, II.

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Like the woman who died long ago
Leaving the song to tell the stories of their lives
Today the tune roams the forlorn fields
Like their soul looking for lyrics
To tell the tale of the servitude of the women of my land
Who ploughed their soil and souls
For a song to sing the story of their lives
The song of the women of my land left in the memory of the wind.

Now feeding the verses of poets, it echoes in
Wriggling in rhythms and melodies
Hollering in distant tunes
In places far a field the forlorn fields
Where the songs of their lives died
The stuttering tips of my pen
And the screeching voice of my rib
Try to sing the song of the women of my land
In verses far away from the theatre of toil
Where they left a song that now roams the land
Stripped of lyrics like a scorned ghost
The tune tuning the terror of my verse
Is all that remains of the song of the women of my land
Who labored and died leaving a dying song.

The dirge of their lives!

Cheers.

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